Sherlock Holmes is not a warp god.

Chapter 66 Euros's Competitive Spirit

That day, Mycroft, who was considered extremely composed by Fren, let out a deep sigh when he saw the list.

His expression was slightly complicated as he stared at the paper for several seconds.

Fren knew that he was deeply worried about Sherlock's intelligence.

Sherlock truly lived in his own world, playing in the mud, and had absolutely no interest in anything outside of what he cared about.

This statement may sound like a truism, but people cannot, and should not, reject some common sense.

Sherlock may be happy in his comfort zone, but once he steps out of it, even a newcomer to the mystical side adapts to a new environment better than Sherlock in the short term.

During the time Sherlock spent working as a detective after graduating, he had already suffered several setbacks in this area, but Sherlock still showed no intention of making amends.

His exact words were that he didn't want to use this useless knowledge to occupy the precious space in his brain.

In Mycroft's view, Sherlock's intellectual deficiencies were almost escalating to physical deficiencies.

That's why Mycroft gave Fren a piece of advice before he went to college.

Hearing Fren's answer, Mycroft was quite satisfied. If Fren's learning ability hadn't declined, memorizing all the classics within a year shouldn't be a problem.

Of the three younger siblings, Fren was simply not in the same league as the other two when it came to giving Mycroft a headache.

When Mycroft last visited Sheringford Prison, where Orlos was being held, he felt something was off. He didn't think the feeling was unfounded, so he decided to investigate further.

Once you've taken care of [Endurance Enhancement] and the university matters for Fren, you can confidently engage in a battle of wits with Oros.

"Good night, Francessoko." Mycroft got up and went upstairs first, indicating that he needed to rest early in order to prepare for the family gathering the next day.

Fren thought Mycroft was just trying to avoid washing the dishes, but could only say helplessly, "Goodnight, Mycroft."

Beside the lake in the manor, where the stars are reflected, stands an old tree.

Under the tree are scattered tombstones, most of them dilapidated.

These are all ancestors of the Holmes family. If nothing unexpected happens, the Holmes couple and the three Holmes brothers will also be buried here in the future.

When the bluestone tombstones are covered with moss, weather and crack under the influence of time, and are buried by the soil, these names will gradually be forgotten by future generations.

Another figure, as light as the wind, leaned against the tree, staring unfocusedly at the tombstones.

She used to wander among these tombstones, playing hide-and-seek with Sherlock, who was only a year older than her.

Unfortunately, Sherlock later made new friends. It was at that time that she first felt that her "things" had been taken away from her.

Her childhood memories were vivid, and she could clearly hear the sounds of Fren and Mycroft chewing and talking inside the house, carried by the wind.

The wind brought more than just information; even their actions were recreated in Oros's memory palace.

"Graduation ceremony? The emperor's apprentices' reunion?"

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Oros chuckled, unsure whether she was laughing at herself or at the people in the room.

In fact, she could have had the same "fate," but she ultimately chose a different path.

The lights on the first floor were quickly turned off after Furen finished washing the dishes.

Just as Oros was wondering if he should take a nap there, a sharp light suddenly flashed in his eyes as he looked toward a window on the third floor.

Mycroft's room was ignored by Oros, who was staring at another room two rooms away.

The boy held a simple porcelain cup, quietly drinking the tea before his meditation, and surveying the empty space under the tree.

Fren discovered something interesting: before he suffered, any suffering he had identified was readily apparent, wherever he looked.

This means that no matter how Oros disguises himself, as long as he appears in front of him, Fren will be able to see him.

Perfect for showing off.

Just like before him, Fren didn't know what kind of disguise Euros was, but the label of "suffering from those one hates" was as conspicuous as a light in the dark.

[The suffering of being with those you hate] He just floated in mid-air like that, and Fren watched him for a few seconds.

The Sky Eye did not disappoint him, providing new identification terms.

The melancholy young girl pondered the other serpent of fate she had lost. A long-forgotten weariness washed over her, and she longed to sleep at home.

The God of Fate is one of the righteous gods, and his outward form is the serpent of fate.

The serpent of fate has countless heads, each head representing a different future.

The snake's head separated and grew a body, and the future became the present.

On the new body, countless snake heads appeared again, representing an endless future.

This is the nature of the god of fate.

This was all the information Fren knew about the god of fate.

Even with the identification entry, Furen still couldn't see Oros.

But there was no doubt that the girl was there. Furen knew that she must have seen his gaze too.

After mouthing "goodnight," Fren finished his tea and then turned off the incandescent light in the room.

Sitting on the bed, Furen continued to study the nature of psionic energy in the warp, increasing the psionic similarity of Ripple.

A warm, golden hue gradually spread across its surface, like sunlight shining through a window.

The girl didn't look away, just staring at the unusual ripples.

She had never cultivated Ripple, but having seen others use it, she knew how special this sunlight-like ripple was. She watched for a while, and suddenly had the idea of ​​cultivating Ripple herself, and that it must be even more powerful than this thief's.

Oros decided that before he died or got lost, he must appear with the thief in front of at least one family member.

And prove in every way that he is better than him.

A sudden, inexplicable competitive spirit, along with jealousy, became entangled in the kite string.

The connection between Euros, this kite whose string could break at any moment, and reality suddenly became a little closer.

Jealousy and comparison are emotions unique to humans.

Fren didn't care about showing off her special status in front of Olos. With the Holmes couple and her two brothers' connections, she certainly wouldn't easily lay a hand on her.

The little girl was looking forward to a grand performance.

Fren felt that the Holmes family was quite interesting; Mycroft was obsessed with his brother and sister, and Orlos was obsessed with his brother.

It's hard to say about Sherlock, but his family certainly held a higher place in his heart than Watson.

To be honest, Fren felt that he also cared about his family.

At least in my past life, I never experienced the love and affection from the Holmes couple and their two brothers.